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Whereupon the porter bowed low, as to one for whom first-floor rooms and a salon had been bespoken, and waved his hand towards the stairs, where stood a couple of waiters. Of the party, Miss Cahere alone appeared cool and composed and neat. She might, to judge from her bright eyes and delicate complexion, have slept all night in a comfortable bed.
Miss Netty quietly relieved her aunt of the small impedimenta of travel, with a gentle deference which was better than words. Miss Cahere seemed always to know how to say or do the right thing, or, more difficult still, to keep the right silence.
"She is not like one of us, Miss Cahere," replied Deulin. "Why?" "Because we are plebeians, and she is a princess." "Oh, then she is married?" exclaimed Miss Cahere, and her voice fell three semitones on the last word. "No. She is a princess in her own right. She is a Pole." Miss Cahere gave a little sigh.
Miss Julia P. Mangles bowed in a manner which she considered impressive and the world thought ponderous. Netty Cahere murmured a few timid words of thanks. "We shall hope to see you again," said Lady Orlay to Mr. Mangles. "'Fraid not," he answered; "we're going to travel on the Continent." "When do you start?" asked her ladyship. "To-morrow morning."
He crossed the square to the Winter Palace, and stood with the silent crowd there until the bells told all Petersburg the news that the mightiest monarch had been called to stand before a greater than any earthly throne. The next morning Miss Netty Cahere took her usual walk in the Saski Gardens. It was much warmer at Warsaw than at St.
He completed the introduction with an old-fashioned and ceremonious wave of the hand. Miss Cahere smiled rather shyly on Cartoner, and it was his eyes that turned away first. "You have not been down to meals," he said, in his gentle, abrupt way. "No; but I hope to come now. Are there many people? Have you friends on board?" "There are very few ladies. I know none of them."
"Here is Aunt Julie," interrupted Miss Cahere, walking away. Mr. Mangles gave a short sigh, and lapsed into silence. As Miss Cahere went forward, she passed another officer of the ship, the second in command, a dogged, heavy man, whose mind was given to the ship and his own career.
He had suddenly thought of something to put down, and in his odd, direct way proceeded to write, while Deulin watched him. "I say," said the Frenchman at length, and Cartoner paused, pen in hand "what would you think of me if I fell in love with Netty Cahere?" "I should think you a very lucky man if Netty Cahere fell in love with you," was the reply. The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.
The princess is rather distrait with thoughts of her father, who has just had a slight mishap." He bent forward as he spoke and touched Wanda on the shoulder. "Wanda," he said, "this young lady remembers meeting you in London." Wanda turned and, rising, held her hand over the low barrier that divided the two boxes. "Of course," she said, "Miss Cahere.
Mangles belonged to that amiable body of amateurs, the American Diplomatic Corps. Mr. Mangles had naturally selected the leeward side of the deck-house for his seat, and Miss Cahere had brought Cartoner round to the weather side, where a cold Atlantic breeze made the position untenable. Without explanation, and for her own good, he led the way to a warmer quarter.
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